"Normally I would consider it traditional to keep plotting against your host to private conversations," the Summer Queen says to Strange, her tone dry. She doesn't seem threatening, but she seems vastly unimpressed. "I would ask you to refrain from making assertions and offers that don't align with the will of your companions. It is a waste of time to have you argue among yourself over simple matters, particularly when you are obviously outnumbered."

The Summer Queen moves on after that, paying no more heed to Strange. Instead, she seems to be listening to Yuya and Peridot, though her expression is incredibly hard to read. Is Ignatius being this friendly with fugitives a good or bad thing? It's impossible to tell what the Queen thinks, and as a result Ignatius's pride in the matter turns to uncertainty and embarrassment, like a child receiving the wrong kind of compliments from their peers.

He's not going to argue with them, because it's true. But hell if he isn't afraid of losing whatever esteem she still has for him, even if it's to the detriment of his rationality.

"I see," she says, measured. "Take this remaining time to consider what you will say before the Court... and try to come to a united opinion before you start. If another argument breaks out with the entirety of both sides involved, I fear I may never hear the end of it."

"Before that, however..." She looks at Childermass and Steven... and then to the Rose Queen. "These two are not to be harmed by you, Rose Queen. Inside or outside of Elysium... until the moment I tell you otherwise, no matter how long that may be." She narrows her eyes at Childermass in particular, and waves her hand. "On that note..."

A beam of light breaks free from nowhere, shining all around Childermass. It's a peculiar feeling, but if he has to put a name to it... it would be the feeling of the curse the Rose Queen laid upon him shattering and dissolving into light itself.

"Now, go," she says, nodding to the Summer Maiden. "We will only take a short while longer."